I plan to write a brief story having a several more potent themes present within the novelette "The Outsider". This short story has simply been written to amuse, and explore the central themes and issues that I have chosen.
The content of the storyline is gruesome and described with stunning details in some instances, so the target audience would be fairly mature, and also have an orientation towards fanciful fantasy worlds. The storyline is set in a land where the local entertainment contains area type pit fights. These pit fights are similar to a council of the city's abundant and wealthiest, with the lower classes also in attendance. These pit fights are also the place where status is gained and lost among these affluent customers of culture, with the slaves that compete being used as a way to this end. I have also interpreted the ending of "The Outsider" differently in my history, with my main character realising that he is able to make a difference with his life, and that he can live for other people rather than himself only.
The content of the story is gruesome and referred to with brilliant details in some cases, so the target audience would be rather mature, and also have an orientation towards fanciful illusion worlds. The storyplot is defined in a land where the local entertainment involves arena type pit fights. These pit fights are similar to a council of the city's wealthy and wealthiest, with the low classes also in attendance. These pit battles are also where status is gained and lost among these affluent people of society, with the slaves that contend being used as a way to this end. I've also interpreted the stopping of "The Outsider" differently in my storyline, with my main identity realising that he is able to make a difference along with his life, and that he can live for other people somewhat than himself only.
The engagement ring of metal on metal resounded about the arena, to become listed on the din of gaudy music and jeering shouts ensuing from the on looking patrons of this violent event. The 'Slave Games' occurred every day, from the blaze of the new hearth in the sky at its start, to its dying embers at night. The games contains slaves and a monster got into by the 'Game titles Keeper'. Obviously to make it more difficult, there have been two different kinds of slaves, the people joined by their get better at, and the ones donated. With a slave being joined it was similar to a wager being put, with a little fee for accessibility paid to the video games master, the fee also offered slaves the privilege of any weapon of choice. At the conclusion of the battle if the monster was the previous one standing, the games professional would keep the most the winnings, often if a slave was the victor; their professional was awarded higher located in society and a large sum of gold as their earnings. There is also an unspoken tradition, that the victorious slave was awarded freedom for their heroic deeds performed within the world. The 'donated' slaves on the other hand, were the unwanted outcasts of abundant culture that the Games Keeper bought for a little cost, to "liven up the video games" as he would call it.
The scything border of axe whistled overhead as the son shied from the maiming blow. He dodged left and ducked right, apparently untouchable with his great agility, and quick brain. His brief success ended with his impalement upon an extended, unyielding, bronze tipped spear. He was deceased before his legs buckled and his bruised and blood spattered mind lolled to relax upon his torso. His limp body knelt upright, organised there by the protruding spear. His dark, lifeless sight stared unfocused at the ground of the area, in a way which made it seem as if the poor son was still in pain. Tayten observed this, in the occasions after he had tossed the spear. But now the young man was lifeless, and the useless don't feel something. He retrieved his spear before embracing the frenzied sounds of battle close by. The primarily frantic fighting with each other in the pit had collapsed directly into smaller sets of the more skilled fighters that got survived the morning hours. Usually the 'donated' slaves would be first to succumb as they mainly consisted of the old, the fragile and the lame, though among these tribute slaves, were a small number of the forsaken; the brawlers, the thieves and the ones who got displeased their expert. Tayten was of the forsaken, he was a free of charge man captured, and bludgeoned into slavery. But he valued his flexibility greatly, and he adored to quest even though he thought life was meaningless. How could one man change lives, and be appreciated after his fatality? He went back from his reverie with the fantastic horn blast that signaled the release of the monster. The clash of steel ceased as the rest of the slaves turned to face the monster. Usually it could take several slave to bring the monster down, so that it was at this time that the slaves banded together in a bet to make it through. Though if the monster was wiped out, the slaves would continue the fight between themselves, until a victor was eventually chosen. A large iron gate slowly rose to show a dark entrance, for an instant nothing emerged, then with a roar of rage, a complete grown bull Minotaur emerged. Its pelvis protected in the blood marred rags of a loin cloth, and standing nearly half again the height of the tallest slave still alive. It taken a great jagged edged axe over its shoulder, mangled gore still present on its edge; it was a classic creature to instill dread into the hearts of even the bravest & most foolhardy of humans. One man switched tail and fled for the contrary side of the industry, regrettably this drew the monster's attention and with two leaping bounds the Minotaur trampled the man under hoof. The other slaves billed, with shouts and battle cries, but Tayten held back, silently ready to see what happened. The Minotaur spun with his deadly tool, and cleaved in two the two fore runners with a single sweeping blow, seven slaves continued to be. The next slave, a burly man with a dusty orange beard and a balding crown, jumped along with his two-handed sword presented high, so that they can cut the Minotaur in two. Nonetheless it simply bounced off the thick hide and the Minotaur let out a profound rumble of hatred, before crushing the man's skull with the haft of the axe. Fatality was dealt instantly to another three slaves, who all attempted an identical approach. Another slave attemptedto go for the eyes, but with an abrupt jerk, the Minotaur experienced thrust down along with his head, skewering the adolescent upon his horns. Blood now ran down the Minotaur's face and muzzle, some even obscuring eye-sight in his still left eye. The look of blood appeared to motivate the Minotaur into a frenzy, and he quickly dispatched the next closest slave, an older woman with a difficult try her eyes, and hook scar running over the bridge of her nasal area. He was only able to see these finer details, when her mind came to rest a feet from where he sat. The Minotaur lunged down with his axe in an attempt to kill the previous slave opposing him. But the young guy was remarkably nimble and evaded easily. A dagger flashed into the boy's side, and he slashed fiercely at the Minotaur's heel. Surprisingly the small edge cut deep, severing the tendon in the monster's leg. This time the Minotaur provided a cry of agony, and fell to one knee. Tayten watched again as the dagger flashed, realising which it must be made of glass; the sole material hard and distinct enough, possibly capable of slicing through the Minotaur's solid cover. The Minotaur was too slow to capture the youngster, and was certainly spiteful for this. With decisive slices, the Minotaur was struggling to hold its axe, however the beast was still deadly. The boy's overconfidence in his soon to be overcome the beast ended with the bone crushing durability in the Minotaur's undamaged hands. The monster raised the feeble body of the son high into the air; the Minotaur stared hatefully at the corpse. Within an eruption of still warm blood, an extended hard shaft surfaced from the boy's torso. The Minotaur viewed the silently in the instant before his loss of life as the bronze tipped spear came into through his vision cavity, and ruptured his brain. Tayten authorized the tearing peals of any bell tolling, and the deafening uproar that the masses was making.
None of this concerned him, not even the useless child he previously plunged his spear through. Everyone died; it just so happened that they would be achieving her before he performed.
The public grew silent, all sight enjoying him. The Game titles Keeper had increased, and it appeared that he was wanting an answer for an unspoken question.
He considered his peers and asked silently, "Is he not one of your slaves?" Not a single one replied.
Slaves were expendable, but keeping with his faade of the good benefactor for such situations, he would need to keep carefully the audience and his rich friends happy. It was blatantly apparent though, that the prior professional of the 'donated' slave, expected retribution for the slave's success. A solution arrived to mind.
With a hollow cone of bronze pressed to his mouth, his booming tone emanated out across the stadium, "Our victor, Tayten is the champion of the day, and we recognize him for his deeds, " he allow echo of his tone die before carrying on. "Never before has a donated slave triumphed in this event, but I have a solution. As I bought him from his past master, it'll be I who makes a decision his destiny, " the audience seemed maintain its breathing in expectation of the Games Keeper's verdict.
The Video games Keeper's right arm taken out before him, along with his fist clenched and thumb presented horizontal. His thumb slipped just a bit, and the masses began to boo. But this is all part of the act, and before it acquired beyond control, his thumb raised in definite signal of approval. The slave would be granted freedom. The group applauded with many shouts of delight, even jovial music could be been told in the background. The Video games Keeper smiled as he watched the jubilation he previously wrought within his audience, before shedding his arm a moment later. His laugh evaporated as he identified the accusatory sight of the contemptuous deep eyed noble boring into him.
He bowed his head down next to the sitting noble's ear canal, "You know, " the games keeper continued as though remembering something worth focusing on, "many regrettable fates can befall a freed slave, once he has kept the coverage of the world. "
As the Game titles Keeper marched off to oversee proceedings of the slave's release, the dark eyes of the noble brightened considerably, and a mean smirk marred his face.
As Tayten walked beneath the low arch of the arena's gate, a look caught after his lips. The chance to be free was a truly wonderful thought indeed, and the first place he'd go was the neighborhood tavern. The smell of spirits wafted through the dark enclosed room, delivering back memories of times long history. He drank his fill, but a slave released from service has no money, so when the time arrived to pay he left rapidly to the disgruntled shouts of the barman. He had no money to pay for lodgings, so he resolved down within an alley way for the night. The comforting ambiance from the liquor propagate throughout his body, dulling his senses and propelling him over the advantage into the blissful abyss of sleep. He considered mildly in as soon as before slumber came up, whether fatality would be like this, the sole difference being you never awaken.
Once the mercenary was sure his quarry would not be moving for all of those other night, he disappeared back into the night time to find his workplace.
Tayten woke with a start. Four large dark characters loomed ominously about him, all wore deep placed hoods. He realised then that they were only high, because he was still resting. Shakily he began to go up, but much blow sent him back to the bottom. The alcoholic beverages, still solid in his blood vessels, was going for a heavy toll on his ability to comprehend that which was happening. Who had been these folks?
One of the men drew back his dark cowl to show you his personality. The dark eyed noble stared malevolently down upon the man who acquired once been his slave. With a slight hand gesture from the noble, the three left over hooded figures roughly seized the prostrate Tayten, hauling him upright to stand helplessly before his wicked enslaver.
With a bitter laugh, the commendable spoke, "I bet you thought it was your blessed day. Insult me and endure to share the story, I bet that's what you thought, " the commendable mistook Tayten's drunken haze for impudence, and his next words were filled up with venom as he sneered. "You really know what you poor dog; your worthless life will be trim to its wick this night, " the noble's oral cavity made an angelic giggle, as he concluded. "Never to get worried, for I assure you, it will be painful, and before the end you'll be begging for fatality. "
The looks of voices approached, and a group of military with lit torches past prior to the access to the alley, that the group was congregating within. The town had not been without regulations, and murder was punishable by fatality. The noble realised the vulnerability of his position, and decided to withdraw, leaving the employed mercenaries to dispatch the insolent slave.
The three appointed soldiers stood in silence as their hirer swiftly disappeared in to the darkness. Making sure that the noble was definitely removed before speaking, the person to Tayten's still left spoke with a reasonably high pitched tone of voice, "Well wasn't he a nasty one. "
The man to Tayten's right replied simply, in what appeared to be a grumpy build, "They always are. "
The third soldier behind him, taken care of immediately this by expressing, "Yeah, that may be so, nonetheless they don't possess the guts to do their own filthy work, and I guess we ought to be thankful for the task. "
The second soldier responded in a quietly outraged voice, "WORK, you call this WORK!? We get paid so little by these abundant bastards, when they have got a whole lot. "
The third answered, "You're right, but the abundant only stay rich because they're so selfish using their wealth. "
The second, "I'm fed up with how bad we're treated, after this I'm going to get an honest job with genuine pay, at least then I'll have the respect I have earned. "
The first slice in prior to the third could answer the second's lamentations, "You know we're able to make more money for these careers, and still have the same final result. "
The other two soldiers turned, and together the third asked, "How?" a gleam sparkling in his eyeball, as the second stared blankly at the first and before requesting an unintelligible, "What?"
The first described his idea, and the other two decided upon it. They might take the person they were bought to destroy, and sell him to the pit get good at as a 'donated' slave. Not only would they earn extra gold for this job, nonetheless they need not even get their hands dirty with the murder of someone else.
Tayten's head possessed cleared marginally, and he was now partially focused upon the situation he was in. A words spoke very close to his ear, "Even as move through the town, do not make a audio, do not make eyes contact, and do not draw attention to yourself, usually we will wipe out you there and then, " Tayten nodded, and the group tripped.
The voyage was uneventful, and just before they reached the market, they converted into a side alley. The troops had agreed that the slave's fatality would have to be assured, so they would slightly maim him, however, not making it too visible so that he'd still fetch a good price.
The second soldier came up over, and with the pommel of his bastard sword, struck a blow that damaged several ribs on the still left area of Tayten's body. Tayten keeled over from the pain, but he did not cry out. The troupe extended to the slave stop built next to the arena, where they found the top slave get better at and bargained a good price for the 'slave' they were donating. Tayten was then exchanged for the gold, and the trio of mercenaries departed. Two pit guards came to lead him into the holding skin cells. As he was resulted in the entrance of an dark corridor trailing into the depths of the earth, he appreciated the circumstances of his last visit to this dank, moldy opening in the bottom. When the commendable had first brought him here, his hands have been bound, and a hessian sack experienced protected his face. As his sight searched surrounding the dark tunnel, he knew where he was. He kept in mind the smell and the feeling of oppression he previously originally felt the very first time he had drop this way, with his head concealed within the dark sack. But the aid of sight didn't help much, as it was hard to see in this dark, oppressive place, whether or not or not his sight had been obstructed. He viewed the faces of his escort, but he didn't recognise them, and it was probably the same for these people.
He was still left alone within the dark keeping cell for the night time. He kept in mind from the first time, how his mask have been removed, and exactly how he previously been affronted with the look of so many slaves in one cell. It wasn't the fact that there have been a lot of slaves; it was simply that his freedom was greatly limited within such a firmly crammed cell. Yet now he previously his liberty within the cool dark cell, and it was eerily tranquil. He previously his freedom, yet it wasn't what he remembered it to be. Tayten kept in mind freedom as warm and cheerful, but this freedom was the opposite. In fact, it had been in the crowded cell on the first night time that he previously experienced true friendliness, nestled in with all the current other slaves. He had also found the does sound of people in slumber, a lot more enjoyable than the unearthly hush that acquired now settled over the chamber. Maybe liberty wasn't what he wanted anymore. He lay down, the cold departing a bitter ache in his damaged ribs. It would be a long nights
Tayten must have drifted off, as it seemed to him that only occasions had exceeded, since he previously lain to relax upon the straw matted floor. However the morning bell had been tolling, signifying the beginning of the new day, and the starting of the world gates to paying patrons. Tayten's sight drooped with exhaustion, as he stood up, but his head was clear and his actions precise. He vowed never to consume alcohol again. His cracked ribs hindered his motions slightly, but so long as he protected that area, he could deal with. Just then, a trio of pit guards entered the 'donated' slaves' keeping chamber, one seemed confused for an instant, before stunned recollection dawned after his face, and he convert and ran out of the room. The two staying guards shrugged their shoulder blades, and turned back to really the only slave in the cell. The door was unlatched, and Tayten was resulted in the having area, where many tunnels converged into a huge central hall. The slaves would remain here, until the great gate at the much end was opened up, and the slaves would emerge in to the market. The 'entered' slaves were already present, and Tayten was the only 'donated' slave, therefore the games would commence whenever. Tayten's reticent character had turned to minor annoyance for the noble who experienced imprisoned him, and then continually keeping him from his flexibility. Tayten recalled the reason behind him becoming a 'donated' slave in the pits; he previously attempted to avoid the noble's holdings, but experienced failed, and have been sentenced harshly by the noble for wanting to leave his service.
This new found anger welled up within him, as the entranceway on a area passage leading in to the great hall, was thrust available by a large, illustriously dressed up man, stalking furiously towards central holding cell. The fuming glare of the noble passed above the slaves and came up to rest with livid hatred after Tayten.
Tayten smiled back again, the nobles sight darkened and a deep set frown inlayed itself where his mouth area used to be. Unsettlingly, a moment later, he subsequently provided his own wicked giggle to Tayten. Just then the bell tolled, to sign the beginning of the deal with. As tradition would have it, the 'donated' slaves were the first to enter the arena, implemented a few occasions later by the 'entered' slaves. Tayten was happy to leave behind the demonic stare of the noble, so he quickly moved into the field.
The very first thing he discovered, was that incredibly the arena's canopy possessed turn into a patchwork of mirrors joined together to form a shell between the spectators and the pit attack. It was apparent that the masses could still see him from the fired up shouts he received after his accessibility, even if he himself couldn't see them through the mirrors reflective surface. Some members of the masses let out surprised yells, as they recognized the victor of the prior day, but the initial surprise turned to angry confusion. Why was the victor (a free of charge man) pressured to combat in another round of the Slave Game titles?
The 'joined' slaves had been watching the interaction between the noble and the slave, so when the noble gestured that they have to come closer, the complete group of 'entered' slaves obeyed. When they had roughly developed a semi-circle across the wall membrane of the keeping pen, the commendable spoke, "Whoever kills that donated slave, " he paused to gesture on the open great gate, before carrying on. "Will probably be granted their flexibility. " The commendable turned and left the retaining area, the 'entered' slaves taking a look at one another. A second smaller bell tolled within the having area, in order to the 'entered' slaves to cross the threshold in to the arena. The slaves quickly departed and took up positions around the industry battlefield. The Slave Video games were going to begin.
The bell tolled and the combat began. The beginning of the battle wasn't as frantic as was usually the case. There have been no other 'donated' slaves, but Tayten realized that the fighting would be more intense sooner. A few slaves detached themselves from the primary fighting, to select the lone 'donated' slave, this felt odd to Tayten, as they usually focused on a lot more aggressive opponents. Nonetheless, Tayten wiped out the first challenger who challenged him and got his blunt knife. The second enemy was of stocky build, and wielded an axe. But Tayten threw the dagger he had recently acquired, the end capturing the unprepared warrior in the eye. He fell useless, and Tayten retrieved his axe, improving his odds of survival by attaining a better weapon.
The commendable reemerged in the rich section of the spectator chairs, and sat alongside the Game titles Keeper.
The Game titles Keeper unhappily commented, "I didn't expect you to bring him back here, while i informed you about the 'unfortunate' fates that can befall a free of charge slave. "
The noble replied, "Truly it had not been my objective for him to be back here, but nonetheless, he will perish today. "
Games Keeper, "How can you be so sure, he survived once didn't he, why not again?"
Noble, "He didn't have to battle much the first time through, let's just say I've guaranteed that those 'moved into' slaves will be hounding him like a plague of dark-colored flies to rotting meats. "
Games Keeper, "What performed you inform them?"
Noble, "That the individual who kills that slave of mine will be awarded their freedom. "
Games Keeper, "Never before has this happened, and I will not allow it today. "
Noble, "Calm yourself, of course I lied. " The dismayed expression upon the noble's face bespoke of his friend's insufficient trust. He completed what he intended to say with a mean smirk, "I will offer them freedom by their own fatality, " a moment of silence dropped between the two, before the commendable curiously asked, "What monster have you decided to enter into this day's Slave Video games?"
Games Keeper, "Ahh my pal, that is for me personally to learn and that you should find out, but I'll give you a hint, I had developed this dome especially built for her unique capacity, and I think I will be releasing her early, to give the slaves more of a struggling with chance. "
Tayten was in the heavy of battle, struggling with two particularly vicious slaves at once. He had were able to acquire a short sword, and was duel wielding this with the axe he had, to keep the hungry weapons of his two adversaries at bay. One experienced a spear, while the other a scimitar. The man with the scimitar would strike at close battle, with a series of ripostes and thrusts that possessed Tayten moving back one step at a time. While beside the scimitar user, the girl with the spear was jabbing and thrusting brutally, so that they can skewer her foe, though not so skillful at her weapon, she was keeping him occupied, as he couldn't move close enough to offer a eliminating blow, while still defending contrary to the other slave's episodes. Unexpectedly another bell rang plainly, and much too early. The monster have been released. Tayten have been distracted for only a moment, but that was everything was needed, for the scimitar warrior to lop half his kept hand off. With his hand demolished, he could no longer hold the weapon that was defending resistant to the spear, so that as this happened; the girl noticed her opportunity and plunged the spear through his damaged ribs, and out the contrary part of his body. He was pressed back by the push of the spear, but he fell forwards onto one knee, which yanked the spear from the girl grasp. He knelt there upon his heels, relaxing. He closed down his eye, and paid attention to the silence of the field, as almost all of the slaves turned to watch as the monster joined. Someone let out a scream, but Tayten didn't care and attention, he lightly grasped the shaft of the spear, and commenced to move the shaft towards him, pressing it out the other area of his body. The pain was tremendous, and he battled not to scream. It experienced as though his still left lung was filling up with a warm fluid, and he was finding it becoming harder to breathe. He could hear people operating about him, but it was at a disorganised fashion which supposed that the slaves where in a state of chaos, and the monster was getting the best of them. Tayten used the bloodstream protected spear that now lay behind him, as a support when he increased to his toes. He then opened up his sight, and found himself looking into the sight of an statue. He spun around little by little consuming the view; the challenge field was littered with many statues, in the precise likeness of the slaves he previously entered the industry with. He couldn't notice any motion, but he found vision of what appeared to be the tail of a big snake, disappearing behind the obstructing statues. Tayten appreciated the story of the 'Gorgon', a woman with snakes for mane, and the lower body of the serpent, and possessed the ability to turn a real human to stone by looking them in the eye. He immediately shut down his eyes once more. He stood still being attentive for the faintest of sounds. The dried out slithering rasp of something moving across the surface of the area emanated from behind him, and in a single fluid motion, he converted and threw the spear. The chink of material on stone told him he previously hit a statue, and today weaponless and weakened, he realized he'd soon be lifeless. He was half tempted to start his eye, but he was unwilling to stop his life just yet. So he stood still and waited, while the rasp grew steadily louder.
A dry out whispery words spoke near to Tayten's ear, "If you had tossed that spear just a little higher, it could have cleared the statue, and wiped out me. A genuine shame too. "
Tayten experienced something slither around his boots and slowly bind around his destroyed body, he didn't need to guess that that this was the gorgon's snake like body, constricting her sufferer. He was wrapped within her coils up to the bottom of his rib cage, but he removed his hands, before they were stuck firm next to his body.
The voice came up again, this time around directly before his face, "Why don't you open your eyes kid of man, and stare into my eye. " The gorgon experienced found his wounds and realized well of his pain. Blood vessels slid over her scales, dripping from Tayten's palm and the still closely seeping wound through his rib cage.
Tayten spoke to the gorgon in a very soft voice, "What is your name gorgon?"
Surprised by the human's question, the gorgon replied easily, "Medusa. "
Tayten replied with a smile, "I am truly sorry Medusa, but I am going to not. Not until I've changed the planet, and done something to be remembered by. "
Medusa, "Silly human being, one soul cannot change the world. "
Something brushed against Tayten's face, and he recoiled somewhat in surprise at the unforeseen feeling. More such light caresses emerged and went. All that Tayten cared was that they noticed nice, and he commenced to slightly bob his mind forward in search of more. Out of the blue, unexpectedly, he experienced his lips brush against Medusa's own cool, yet subtly very soft mouth. Medusa hurriedly withdrew her face in security alarm, her mane venomously hissing at the helpless human being. The gorgon's original anger faded out to be replaced by inane attention, her hair experienced discontinued hissing, and she relocated in nearer again. Her face was close enough to start to see the human's frowning brow, and once again she let her wild hair casually caress his face as she easily emerged forwards to kiss the person. He had tensed his body in surprise, but it soon relaxed. She wrapped both hands around his neck, concerning not aggravate his wounds. He also reached behind her and interlocked that which was remaining of his hands. He could feel where in fact the silky smooth individual skin gave way to the smooth scales of the snake. He also sensed a strap operating across her back, which undoubtedly performed the material breastplate to the front of her body that was now pressing lightly against his torso. The assuring pressure of the cool material soothed Tayten's body, and encouraged him to be aware of how intimately entwined their two systems were.
Games Keeper, "It seems as if your slave is deceased. "
Noble, "Not yet, I still haven't seen his corpse or statue. "
Games Keeper, "In the event that you ask me, you've become obsessed with killing he, why can't you acknowledge that he is useless yet?"
Noble, "Maybe you're right, nevertheless, you wouldn't imagine how hard it has been for me to wipe out this man, just when you think he is lifeless; he jumps up and surprises you again. "
Tayten couldn't understand what he was sense. That which was this new unexplainable feeling? What was this phrase that was inlayed within this feeling; love. He thought so happy yet he was enslaved, it experienced nice to kiss her and her gentle hair lulled him into bliss. Maybe life wasn't about living by yourself, maybe it was designed to be resided for others. Maybe if you live for others you will see that special contentment, that beautiful contentment, that you can only feel when you make another happy.
Tayten asked happily, "Do you consider two souls can transform the world?"
Medusa took a while to answer, "I believe we can. "
Tayten, "Please release me, so that I could change the world and be remembered, I think I'll need your help though. "
Gasps from the masses, made the commendable and Game titles Keeper turn off their talk, to see what had happened. Standing in the middle of the market with the gorgon by his area, was the slave, and in his right palm he performed a spear. He appeared to be orienting himself (taking treatment not to go through the gorgon), and when he had done turning, he was looking straight at the noble.
The noble turned to the Game titles Keeper, "He can't see us can he?"
The Video games Keeper replied unconvincingly, "Not really a chance, we're behind a one way reflection, we can see him, but he can't see us. "
The commendable countered fretfully, "Then why the hell is he looking at us, and exactly how on earth is he still alive!?"
Before the Games Expert could reply, the slave became popular jogging in their standard direction. The commendable stood, and with a horrified look on his face observed as the slave threw his spear, which shattered the mirrored cup directly prior to the wealthy spectator seating, and impaled the top panel of the couch the Game titles Keeper have been sitting in. Frozen with impact, at the close call, the commendable began to have fun. Nonetheless it was short lived as occasions later he fixed his gaze upon the most horrendous set of eye he had ever seen, and for the reason that instant his body considered stone.
The same took place to the Video games Keeper, and the majority of the rich nobles who was simply transfixed by the spectacle of the shattering reflection. The crowd is at chaos, their leaders were dead and the victor of the Slave Game titles from the previous day who had returned for another time, was the immediate cause for this. Fearing their own fatality, the group hurriedly exited the area.
Tayten stood panting and exhausted, he felt dizzy and light going, the pain in his torso acquired dulled a great deal, and blood got ceased dripping from his hands. That last effort had taken too much out of him, his life had ebbed to its wick and he realized his life would end soon.
Tayten spoke in a whisper, "Thank You, Medusa. I can only consider how beautiful your sight are. Before I die I would like to like to gaze into them, if you would i want to?"
Medusa, "True friends are in your aspect when you die, and I am going to grant you this final request. "
And your, Tayten stared in to the sight of eternal beauty and forgot about death, he forgot about the pain he thought and he forgot about the earth he was departing, but he'd remember the eyes of that woman, the main one who experienced given him this beautiful contentment, a purpose to live a life for by the end of his meaningless life.
And with your final sigh, his movements became still and a wonderful smile lay freezing after his face for all those eternity. At last, he was free.
Authors Take note of: The name Tayten means Beautiful Happiness.
Tayten was appreciated alright, but over time the storyline of his life modified, and parts were added, as well as others were lost. Nothing at all lasts forever, and this is but one of the stories that is his life.
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